"Oh my, a martial weapon of this caliber is extremely rare! For such a treasure to appear within this Illusory Dream Blood Lotus Flower?"
"Damn it — and only the younger generation can get close to it! The treasure is right there within reach, yet we can't lay a hand on it. It's infuriating!"
Most people weren't paying attention to the dangers of the Illusory Dream Blood Lotus Flower. Their eyes were entirely fixated on that supreme-grade martial weapon.
Amid the excitement and exhilaration, what grew even louder were the grumbles of discontent.
After all, a treasure of that magnitude was something they could only stare at. Anyone in their shoes would be frustrated.
Yet it wasn't just the older generation who felt that way — the vast majority of the younger generation was no different.
Entering that blood mist required real strength. Forcing your way in without adequate power was no different from walking to your own death.
Those people lying on the ground were proof enough of that.
And with so many prodigies present, even if things were done in order, their turn would never come. The strength of those geniuses was nothing short of monstrous.
In truth, the only ones with the real capability to enter the blood mist and compete for that supreme-grade martial weapon were a scant handful.
Chu Ruoshi, Song Yunfei, Chu Huanyu, Ren Xiaoyao, Chu Lingxi, Xia Yun'er, and Chu Feng.
Of course, the younger members of the Chu Heavenly Clan also possessed the strength to enter the blood mist.
At that moment, Chu Ruoshi and the others were all raring to go. They had already made their preparations.
The instant someone made the first move, all of them would shoot into the blood mist like arrows loosed from a bow.
This wasn't merely about competing for treasure — it was also an opportunity to prove themselves.
Chu Ruoshi, Song Yunfei, Chu Huanyu, and the rest especially wanted to demonstrate to everyone present that while there might be many prodigies among the younger generation, only one could truly claim the title of strongest.
Even Xia Yun'er was growing impatient, preparing to set off.
She wanted to seize the initiative. With strength that fell short of the others, her only chance at breaking through the illusion array first and claiming that supreme-grade martial weapon lay in getting a head start.
"Don't go in."
But just as Xia Yun'er was about to move, Chu Feng suddenly spoke to her.
"Huh?"
At his words, Xia Yun'er's delicate foot, already mid-step, halted. But her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. She couldn't understand why Chu Feng was telling her not to go in.
Just then, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward Chu Ruoshi and the others, calling out in a clear voice:
"Miss Ruoshi, Miss Lingxi — I'd advise you not to approach the blood mist."
The moment those words left Chu Feng's mouth, every young prodigy who had been itching to spring into action turned their eyes toward him. Their gazes, much like Xia Yun'er's, were full of puzzlement.
"Is something wrong, Young Master Chu Feng?" Chu Ruoshi asked.
"That blood mist is extremely dangerous," Chu Feng said.
"Tch."
The younger members of the Chu Heavenly Clan — the males in particular — immediately wore expressions of annoyance.
"And here I thought you had something to say. After all that, it's just this? Do you really need to tell us that? Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that!"
"What the hell, what kind of nonsense is this? Who doesn't know the mist released by this Illusory Dream Blood Lotus Flower is dangerous? Did we need you to point that out?"
Several of the Chu Heavenly Clan's younger generation began lambasting Chu Feng one after another.
They could tell that Chu Huanyu despised Chu Feng, and since they were his followers, they naturally seized every opportunity to humiliate him.
However, Chu Feng paid their mockery no mind. He continued looking at Chu Ruoshi and Chu Lingxi, saying:
"Miss Ruoshi, Miss Lingxi — that blood mist really isn't as simple as you think. Of course, this is merely a reminder. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
"Chu Feng, if you're too scared, you can stand right there and not move. There's no need to stop us."
"Exactly. Turns out you're not only a coward, but a petty one at that."
"You don't dare go in yourself, so you try to drag us down too and keep us from going in? What shamelessness."
The younger generation of the Chu Heavenly Clan continued their barbs against Chu Feng. They didn't believe a word he said — they were convinced he was simply too afraid to enter and wanted to drag them down with him as scapegoats.
"Enough. Show some respect."
At that moment, Chu Ruoshi turned her head and delivered a soft reprimand.
Her voice was quiet, but it carried a commanding force.
The instant she spoke, the younger members of the Chu Heavenly Clan immediately clamped their mouths shut.
It was clear they feared not only Chu Huanyu, but perhaps Chu Ruoshi even more.
"Young Master Chu Feng, did you notice something?" Chu Ruoshi asked Chu Feng again.
"No, nothing in particular. It's purely intuition," Chu Feng said.
Whispering erupted all around.
Pure intuition — and he was using that to dissuade people from entering? That was more than a little far-fetched.
"Chu Feng, oh Chu Feng, I actually think the young masters from the Chu Heavenly Clan are absolutely right. You're not just a coward — you're a petty schemer. You don't dare go in yourself, and you don't want the rest of us going in either."
"But I, Song Yunfei, won't fall for your little trick."
With those words, Song Yunfei's figure launched forward, and he swept into the blood mist.